Joe has spent the day with the movers. I’ve spent the day at the office. I’d get in the way, not because I have a disability but because I get stressed in these situations and that can make me difficult to be around. Joe wasn’t at all disappointed that I decided to come to work.
He’s on his way down to pick me up.
It’s taken much longer than they anticipated or gave us an estimate for. I can feel the dollars falling out of our wallets. We’ll face that bill when we get it.
All day I’ve been calling to check in. Because distance and distraction isn’t enough of a barrier to stop me from being an annoyance to the process.
So I’ll get to a place with movers still piling in stuff.
Boxes will be strewn everywhere.
But, I’ll roll in to my new home.
It was weird leaving our old place. I was terrified that I might fall in the bathroom just one last time and relieved that I didn’t.
I rolled down the hallway realizing that the past was now behind me and the future now before me.
Our life in a new place began, for me, the first time I realized today that I was going to be going north, not south, to get home.
I will sleep with my head to the south instead of my head to the west. I wonder if that will matter.
Accessibility waits for me.
I’m excited but I’m scared, we were so happy where we were.
This is why moving is so unsettling, I know how the past worked out, I don’t know the future will.
I was told today that this is the stuff that keeps you young.
I’d prefer potion in a jar.